Chapter 1049 Hope and Future

Meteors suddenly appeared in Melita's field of vision, with bright trails and scorching flames, drawing a striking trajectory in this dimly lit dusk, as if a sharp blade suddenly split Tarrond The sky——soon, it disappeared from everyone's sight, and fell obliquely to the distant land.

After a while, Melita saw a hazy ball of fire and dust rising near the horizon.

"Did you see that!?" Melita finally came to her senses at this moment, staring at Calador and the other clansmen with wide eyes, "Was that just now... a shooting star!?"

"Meteor?" Calador whispered subconsciously, he raised his head—many dragons at the scene also raised their heads, and then more than half of them suddenly looked back at the sky as if reflexively, as if they were afraid The coming punishment is mediocre, but that punishment has not yet come - looking at the starry sky is no longer a taboo in Tarrond.

Calador had only time to see a sliver of light disappearing from the horizon.

"That's weird... I don't know if it's a shooting star." Melita still looked into the distance, her tone a little uncertain, "I just accidentally saw a shooting star a few times, but the one just now... seems to be bigger than me. The meteors I have seen are slower, and there are long flames and smoke..."

Calador looked back at the horizon, and his eyes fell on the container in front of Noretta again. Before paying attention to the disappearing starlight in the sky, he first continued the previous topic: "We will make those dragons The eggs were rescued—those with minor injuries, those who still have strength, and those who can still fly, stand up."

Melita looked around, and before she looked around the audience, one figure after another had already emerged from the dragon group.

"I still don't think it's a good idea to use claws to dig those polymer piles and alloy barriers," the black dragon not far from Melita shook his head, "but count me in - the black dragon is at least strong a little."

Calador nodded: "Okay, then let's..."

Before the red dragon finished speaking, the sound of dragon wings beating the air suddenly came from the sky. Melita subconsciously followed the sound, and saw a huge and old dragon spreading its wings and flying from the sky. Lower slowly.

It was a black dragon, but because it was too old, the scales on its whole body were almost gray-white, and a large number of implant transformation marks were all over his body. From the forehead to the tail, almost every inch of the scales could be seen glowing. Metallic components - at this moment, many of those implants have been extinguished and shut down, and many parts are obviously in the middle of dismantling, which makes this old dragon look like a machine from some museum. The ancient machinery that came out was vicissitudes, ancient, majestic, but full of scars.

The moment this black dragon descended from the sky,

Almost all the dragons at the scene lowered their heads, even Melita was no exception—she recognized the identity of this black dragon. This is the great elder of the Senate, His Excellency Duke Moore. Although the Senate and the Senate are two independent organizations, Melita used to have little contact with the members of the Senate, but at this moment, there is no difference between the Senate and the Senate on the land of Tarrond. , a surviving great dragon is the supreme treasure.

"Elder Duke Moore," the red dragon Calador immediately stepped forward, "Why are you here? Your implant surgery has not been completed, and these components must be removed as soon as possible..."

"It doesn't matter to me—the advantage of the original implant is that even if it is separated from the Omega system, its basic life-support function can still function normally," Elder Duke Moore said slowly in a somewhat hoarse voice, "You just saw Did something fall from the sky? It landed on the northwest side of the camp..."

"I saw it!" Melita said immediately, "It seems to be a shooting star!"

"Meteor?" Duke Moore lowered his head, looking at Melita with the same huge gray eyes and a mechanical prosthetic eye, "No, that's not a meteor... I received an ancient navigation signal, that's our leader came back……"

Then he didn't pay attention to the astonished and confused expressions of Melita and the surrounding dragons, but turned directly to Carrador: "I need one or two helpers, go with me to the crash site to investigate the situation."

Melita blinked. Although she was still confused about the situation, she knew that Elder Duke Moore must have appeared here for a very important purpose. She looked at Noretta who was standing not far away. And the compatriots who were about to set off to dig out the dragon eggs took a look, and then stood up without hesitation: "I'll go with you—others are going to the hatchery to find out if there are any surviving dragon eggs."

"Okay, Melita, you will act together with Elder Duke Moore, and the others who have just stood up will go to dig dragon eggs in the ruins of the hatchery with Noretta," Calador nodded quickly, and looked at the old man in front of him again. The black dragon said, "Elder, is it enough to have only Melita as a helper? If not enough, there are still in the camp..."

"Enough is enough, we are just investigating the situation," Elder Duke Moore said in a deep voice, "I will deal with this matter, and at the same time... I hope you can go all out to save those dragon eggs—that is The hope and future of Tarrond."

...

To the northwest of the ruins of Agondor, after crossing a molten magma lake and a steep cliff that has solidified into a glass body, is the final crash site of the Tarrond.

The large crater created by the fall of the core module is still filled with astonishing heat, and the rising smoke is mixed with the unique smell of burning polymers. Burning with blue-green flames.

At the bottom of the big pit, a group of twisted metal with almost invisible shape was half-buried among the loose and scorching soil and gravel. The appearance of that group of metal was extremely miserable, as if it had experienced a difficult challenge unimaginable by the world. , but even so, a part of its core frame structure is still solid, and the reinforced alloy walls covering the frame are also largely maintained in a complete state.

It was an astonishing fall—but also a precisely calculated "safe crash."

After dozens of minutes, the wreckage that fell from space finally made some other movements: there were loud noises from the depths of the wreckage, as if someone inside was hitting those distorted objects with great force. The deformed alloy guard plate, and bright light shines from the gap between the guard plate and the frame. It seems that someone is using powerful magic to cut the frames that have been deformed and stuck. This rough "dismantling" process continues It took a long time, and finally, accompanied by a loud sound of metal breaking and flying, a large protective plate on the surface of the wreckage was finally removed, and flew straight out of the crash pit.

Then, a huge silver-white dragon claw protruded from the hole just opened. The giant claw tore hard, opening the hole further, and after tossing for a while, the silver-white dragon finally healed the wound. The body sticks out of the hole.

Immediately behind the silver-white dragon were Heragor and Andal who had transformed into dragons.

They struggled to get out of the completely damaged and burning wreckage of the spacecraft. Although they had turned into a powerful dragon form, they still suffered a lot of damage from the impact of the fall. The three ancient dragons dragged their bodies full of scars and their dizzy heads. After resting in the impact pit for a while, they recovered a little bit of physical strength. Then they supported each other and tossed and tossed for a long time before finally coming out of the impact pit.

The silver-white dragon turned its head and looked at the wreckage of the spacecraft that was emitting thick smoke from the bottom of the impact pit. It took a long time to let out a long sigh with inexplicable sadness: "This time it was completely destroyed..."

"Don't feel sorry for the spaceship, Balogar, how many times have we turned in orbit..." Beside the silver-white dragon, the old black dragon kept shaking its dizzy head, the sequelae caused by the shutdown of various implants It made it more difficult for him to adapt to the current environment than the other two companions, and the noise in his nervous system kept interfering with his judgment, "I feel like I have seen a dozen sunrises and sunsets..."

"A lot more than that one. We have been decelerating and descending. After reaching low-Earth orbit, the orbiting speed is very fast..." Heragor with golden scales raised his head and looked at the empty sky. "We should be grateful for these orbits, If there hadn't been such a long slowdown, we would probably have become part of this land by now-the impact of falling directly from space to the ground, even a dragon can't bear it."

"This land..." Balogar finally regained some strength. He listened to Heragor's words, slowly propped up his huge upper body, raised his head high and stared at the devastated place for a few minutes. Li didn't even open his mouth to speak, until a particularly biting cold wind blew past his ears, he took a light breath, "Have we returned to Tarrond yet?"

"...I'm not sure, but there seems to be no other explanation," Heragor said in a low voice, "the last time I could see the scenery outside the window, I saw that we were falling towards the North Pole, the only place we can land The place should be Tarrond."

Andal also raised his head, and he stared silently into the distance. The mechanical prosthetic eyes embedded in one side of his head shone with a slight red light—although the Omega system was offline, many implants on this ancient dragon Modifications are very old technologies, they are inefficient, but they can function without omega.

After staring at it for a long time, Andal finally broke the silence: "Is this really Tarrond..."

"This is what it looks like now... I have seen this look in countless dreams, and in the 'revelation' shown to me by the gods," Heragor took a step forward, at this At the feet of the golden dragon, the scorching and dry land cracked inch by inch, and the rocks that had become extremely fragile under the high temperature crumbled into dust, "... Andal, Balogar, what I see at this moment is even worse than that' The ones in Revelation are better, after all, the three of us are still alive."

"Yeah, we're still alive," Balogar shook his head in disbelief, "so why are we still alive? What the hell was that thing that appeared at the end... What pushed us back from space?"

"I don't know, but it was clearly a calculated 'rescue'," Heragore said. "Without extremely precise calculations, we would not have been able to come back alive without power and attitude control."

The three ancient dragons fell silent at the same time. This unexpected "survival" was too bizarre, and no clues could be found in the situation in front of them, so that even the most wise dragon could not think of any clues at this moment.

This silence lasted for a few minutes before Balogar said in a low voice: "So, what shall we do next? What else can we do in this wasteland?"

Andal on the side sighed: "Anyway, don't play word solitaire anymore."

Heragor shook his head and said while thinking: "I need to think about what we are going to do next, this wasteland... We are probably the last remaining proto-dragons, Omega should already……"

"Wait, Heragor," Andal interrupted him suddenly. The old black dragon raised his head and stared at the distant sky. "You just said that we are probably the last remaining proto-dragons?"

"Um?"

"It seems that something is flying over." Andal raised a giant wing, pointing to a certain direction in the sky, "...doesn't it look familiar to you?"

In the distant sky, a huge and old black dragon was approaching rapidly, and a smaller blue dragon was flying behind the black dragon. They had obviously discovered the crash crater on the ground, and they all sped up their speed in a swooping speed. The posture rushed to this side.

Beside the crash crater, Andal, Heragor, and Baloger all saw figures appearing in the sky, and except for Balogar who had not returned to Tarrond for many years, the other two "persons" He had even identified the identities of the two figures visually. Heragor stared at the sky, a trace of complex emotion suddenly appeared in the citrine eyes: "...Maybe, what we see are just the nodes of Omega..."

As soon as this remark came out, both Andal and Baloger fell silent in unison. They both knew all the original instructions of Omega, and naturally they also knew what would happen after this final battle ended—in order to avoid "" "Human nature" to prevent Omega from producing a "heart" and establishing a connection with the gods. They set up Omega's operating logic millions of years ago, and the latter will use the most efficient, precise and ruthless However, the future of the entire Dragon Clan will be judged by Omega’s AI—in the simulated feedback generated by thousands of trial runs, Omega has executed the plan to erase the minds of all Dragon Clan without hesitation...

Amidst the complicated emotions, the three ancient dragons watched the two figures flying closer and closer from afar, and watched them slow down at low altitude and gradually approach the ground. They saw that the old black dragon was stable and stable. It landed in the ruins, but the blue dragon seemed to have missed the landing point of its feet, stepped on the air between the ruined walls, and scrambled to land in front of Baloger.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Baloger turned his head slightly and looked at the silent Heragor.

"Why do I feel like this doesn't look like an Omega node?"

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